Fucking the Ex

I was at the grocery store picking up some things after a long, hard day working. I was shot and absolutely dragging ass; my whole body was weary. I try to go right before close so I don't have to deal with people, but there's always plenty of eye-candy there that is shopping at the same time for the same reason. Avoid the creeps, the awkward conversations, and most of the unwanted attention.

Joke's on them, I guess...watching those asses in those tight pajama pants made me had to distract myself to keep my cock from rising. Yoga pants. Short shorts. Belly shirts and crop tops. And everywhere a lack of underwear. No bra lines, no panty lines; some of the pants so tight you couldn't hide a thong under them. Hell, some were so tight you could tell how the girls kept their pussies manicured. Nipples out like pencil erasers in the frozen section.

And me, eyebanging them as I walked through. Trying to be respectful as I did, of course, but sometimes that's harder than others. Some of them got me harder than others. There isn't a single one of them that I didn't want to take into a store room and just bang the fuck out of, and some of them looked like they'd be up for it. But we're all here. Dragging ass. Tired from our day, just looking to pick up a few things and head home.

I hit the checkouts, cock lurching obscenely in my pants. The checkout girl either wasn't paying attention or was doing a hell of a job not noticing. That or maybe it wasn't that uncommon anymore for her that day.

Out the door I go and I hear someone shouting my name from a car as I get closer to my vehicle. A female voice...